The Electrician 

I started working from home on Fridays a few years before the pandemic. I loved it. The main reason I loved it so much is my husband also worked from home. Our desks sat side-by-side and we would work together naked. Brushing against each other when we would get up, lightly touching to build anticipation for what we knew was going to come. Finally, by lunch we would be so turned on we would fuck all over the house. On our desks, the floor, the kitchen, living room...nothing was off limits.  

Sadly, that all came to an end when he got a new job that required him to travel. We would sext and send pictures and videos to each other while we were apart. And the homecomings were out of this world. But my Fridays were starting to lack something. I was so used to our wild fuck sessions that I needed to be fucked on Fridays and I didn’t care who did it, a man or a woman.

Luckily my husband and I have a strong relationship and he supports my sexual adventures. He has even had the pleasure of witnessing me with other men and women before. His one requirement is if he isn’t there, he gets pictures or videos, which I love to do.  

One week while he was traveling, our house needed some electrical work. I called a local company to have them come out to look at the problem. I was very pleased when the technicians arrived. Both were quite cute and one of them, Robert, I knew from some mutual friends. I immediately started flirting with them, ever so slightly, to test their reaction. My husband says I can't help it, it’s just my nature.  

It took longer to diagnose the problem because I kept distracting them. I was wearing some skimpy workout shorts and tank top and jogging bra that I was falling out of. I kept asking about their “tools” and giggling at their answers. Happily, Robert began flirting back and trading sexual innuendos while they worked. I felt like something was going to happen…I just didn’t know what. Was I reading everything correctly with this guy?  

Then Robert sent his partner, Mark, into the attic for some reason. As soon as Mark was safely in the attic, Robert walked up to me and pressed me against the wall in the hallway. He kissed me deeply and slid my tank down exposing my tits. He began to suck on them. My back arched against the wall as he devoured my full tits. Sucking on one and pinching the nipple on the other. My breasts were on fire.  

I felt his hand leave my nipple. I began to groan in protest until I felt him sliding his hand into my tights. I rewarded him with a swollen clit and creamy pussy. I didn't put up any resistance. I couldn’t. My body needed this too much. It had been too long since I was ravished like this on a Friday. I spread my legs even wider giving Robert complete access to my pussy. He sucked on my tits and finger fucked me until my legs were about to buckle. I came over and over for him. Squeezing his finger so tight to the point of almost pushing him out of me from coming so hard.  

Suddenly, Mark called down from the attic asking Robert to check something. Robert slowly kissed me. He slipped his finger out of my throbbing pussy. He steadied me to keep me from collapsing, looked me in my eyes, and ran his tongue up and down his finger cleaning my thick cream off. Without saying a word, he started to walk away. I eagerly reached down and grabbed the huge bulge in his pants. We smiled and he went to work.  

The fact he was just as turned on as me made me smile even more. I couldn’t wait for him to slide his huge cock inside me and fuck me. His parting smile and wink told me that I would get exactly that. We didn’t exchange a word during the short, intense consummation. I stood against the wall for a moment then turned my head and looked straight into the camera, knowing my husband had watched the entire time.  

“Ma’am, I just talked to Robert and we need to order some parts to finish the job. What would be a good day next week for us to come back and finish,” Mark asked as he appeared in the doorway.  

“Friday,” I exclaimed. “I work from home on Friday so I will be here,” I followed up as I composed myself.  

I could barely contain my excitement. As soon as Robert and Mark left, my husband started blowing my phone up. He wanted to know everything. How I felt, what I felt, how turned on I was, and that he couldn’t wait to come home and fuck me. I couldn't wait either. I knew he was going to fuck me silly and make me purr.  

The next Friday I woke up earlier than normal. I had been waiting for this day all week. I dressed with every intention of getting fucked. The previous Friday was amazing, but this time I wanted it all. I put on the same white tank top from last week, no bra of course, and black booty shorts, no panties. I was more than ready for my appointment. All morning I had been touching myself and texting my husband. He had been watching it all on the cameras. 

Robert arrived right on time for my appointment. This time he was alone. He said that he could finish the job without help.  

“What if I wanted two workers, though,” I said with a devious grin.  

Robert laughed. “We’ll see about that next time,” he said as he leaned down and took a deep kiss, and squeezed my tits. Electricity shot through my body. I could feel my face and neck flush red.  

But Robert was very good at this. He pulled away and turned to his work. A professional, he wanted to get the job done before accepting my alternative payment. I sat at my desk and tried to work while he concentrated on his job. When he had questions, I would turn around and spread my legs wide as I answered him. My husband watched all of this on the camera.  

When he could he would call and tell me how much he was enjoying this. And how he hoped Robert was going to fuck me. I was confident I was going to get fucked because there was no mistaking the long, thick bulge in Robert’s work pants. 

Thankfully the job didn’t take long. When he had finished, I led him to the living room. I told him my husband had been watching us on the security cameras the whole time last week. His eyes became even darker with desire and passion. He looked up at the camera before leaning in to kiss me. As we kissed, he began to undress me.  

He slipped my top over my head, then pushed my shorts down, never breaking the kiss. He gently guided me down to the couch, his hands all over me, rubbing, caressing, pinching. He kissed his way down my body, pausing at my pulsing pussy. When he slid his tongue up inside my creamy pussy it was pure ecstasy.  

I convulsed and my body arched as he explored all the folds licking the cream. I put my hand on his head and started pumping my hips. Grinding and fucking his face, coming so hard until I squirted in his mouth. He drank me up which made me come harder. When I was thoroughly satisfied, he looked up just grinning. My, how my Fridays had changed.  

I wasn’t done though. wanted his cock and I was going to get it now. I stood and swapped places with him. I took his shirt off and slid his pants down around his ankles. He was a little over six feet tall with broad muscular shoulders that tapered to a slim waist. His impressive, swollen cock swayed back and forth as I gazed upon it.  

I sat him on the couch. I reached for the bondage tape I positioned close at hand. I stepped up on the couch to tie his hands above his head. My pussy inches from his face, letting him breathe me in. His tongue flicked out to my clit and I couldn’t help myself. I rode his face as I stood over him. Once again, I squirted all down his throat and face.  

I stepped back and slowly, lightly touched his body, brushing my tits in his face and on his body. You could see the hunger in his eyes. I slid in between his legs lightly touching his thighs. Blowing hot air on him. I slowly and torturously made my way to his hard cock and balls. Still lightly touching, hovering my mouth over his cock. He could feel the heat of my mouth. I placed my hands on his hips so he couldn’t thrust himself into my mouth.  

I slowly wrapped my lips around his cock. Swirling my tongue. Going down on him a few times before I started playing with his balls and taking his cock in my other hand. He was so long that even with my hand wrapped around the base I couldn’t get the rest of him in my mouth. I began stroking as I sucked him. Straight up and down at first. Then I started to twist my hands on his cock. I varied my speed, fast then slow, and fast again. I could feel him pulsing in my mouth. My tits swayed with the rhythm. He leaned back so he could take in the entire view. But with his hands tied, he couldn’t touch me. As he moaned and tried to buck his hips, I slowly stopped sucking him and stood up.  

I straddled him. My pussy just hovering over his cock. Never going down on it. I teased his thick cock with my dripping-wet pussy. I reached between my legs and firmly grabbed his shaft. Holding him steady I slid the head of his cock back and forth in my wet slit. I could feel him stiffen even more. I move into position to take him. Oh, my, this was going to feel good.  

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I cried as I eased down on him. 

It must have taken me ten full seconds to slide all the way down on him. Going slowly made it agonizing for him, but let me get used to having something so big inside me. I swear I could see the head of his dick protruding from my stomach as I rocked back and forth on him. Once I caught my breath, I began to properly fuck him. Pushing my ass back to stroke him, then pulling back into him to take him deep.  

Oh, how I loved a good cock. My nails dug into his chest as I squeezed him with each orgasm. My body took control of my movements. I wasn’t thinking anymore, just reacting to the pleasure buried deep inside me. I kept coming. Four, five, six. They came so fast that I felt like I was hyperventilating. I screamed with pleasure and collapsed on his chest.  

As I lay there catching my breath, I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me. I began to sit up and he moved with me. Then I realized he had somehow freed his hands from the tape. His strong arms wrapped around my waist and he effortlessly stood with me still straddling him. I interlocked my legs and he turned to lay me on the ottoman.

He anchored himself with his hands on either side of my head and then slowly started to fuck me. Long, deep, deliberate strokes. My head fell back off the edge of the ottoman and I looked right at the camera on the wall. I knew my husband could see the complete joy on my face. I grabbed the inside of my knees to spread myself wider. The strokes came fasters but still under control.  

I looked up at Robert between coming, ”Don’t come in me. I want to swallow you.”  

He nodded and began to pound me. My eyes rolled in the back of my head. I wanted to scream but I couldn’t. My pussy tightened to the point he could barely move. Then the splash as I squirted all over the hardwood floors. Every muscle in my body went limp. I couldn’t move. I was drugged from the power of what I had just experienced.  

Robert stood up between my legs. When he pulled out of me, I felt like I had a void in me. It had been a long time since I had something that big. And there it was, still hard and staring at me. 

My pussy was spent, but I had a job to finish. And I promise you, no partner of mine has ever left disappointed. I sat up on the edge of the ottoman. Everything around me was soaking wet. The couch, the floor, Robert, me. But I didn’t let that distract me.  

I wrapped my hand around him and pulled him to my mouth. I took what I could and stroked the rest with my hand. Luckily all the work we had put into fucking had him close to coming. As I felt him swell, I circled a finger and thumb around the base of this cock and clamped down.  

I heard him coming before I felt it. A low groan from deep in his chest. Then I felt the load coming up his shaft I released the pressure from my improvised cock ring. A long, thick load shot into my mouth. Followed by three or four more. My hand continued to milk him straining to get every drop. Once I felt him going flaccid in my mouth I pulled back and opened my mouth wide to show him how much of him I had taken. Then I swallowed every drop and made sure to lick my lips clean. 

He stood before me, his cock hanging halfway down his thigh. I leaned back propping myself on my hands behind me with a Cheshire grin on my face. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a better service call than this one,” he confessed.  

“You mean you’ve never fucked one of your customers?”  

“No, I never said that. I said I’ve never had a better one,” he grinned.  

“Oh, well in that case I guess I need to break something more often.” 

“When you do, don’t call the office for service. Call me directly.” 

“Deal.” 

Robert began grabbing his clothes to get dressed. I watched him put his huge cock back in his shorts and felt like I missed it already. Once he finished getting dressed, he looked at the camera on the wall. 

“Did he really watch us?” 

Seconds later my phone began to ring. I looked down and saw my husband on the caller ID. I smiled, picked up the phone and held it up for Robert to see.